Deep in the heart of the jungle, King A-Joy, the oldest and wisest monkey, lay weak under the shade of a great banyan tree. His once-strong body had grown frail, his breath shallow.
The monkeys of his troop gathered around, their eyes filled with worry.
“Is King A-Joy leaving us?” whispered a young monkey.
“No… he is strong! He will recover!” said another, though their voice trembled with doubt.
For years, A-Joy had led them with wisdom and courage. He had protected them from predators, found the sweetest fruits, and ensured peace among the troop. But now, time had caught up with him.
Little Kasky, a baby monkey who loved A-Joy dearly, rushed forward and held his old hand. “Please don’t go, Grandpa Joy,” he sniffled, his tiny fingers gripping tightly. “You have to stay!”
A weak smile touched A-Joy’s lips. He lifted his hand slowly and patted Kasky’s head. “My time… may be ending, little one. But the jungle will always have strong hearts like yours.”
The troop lowered their heads in sorrow. The air was still, as if the jungle itself was mourning.
Then suddenly—rustle, rustle!
A young monkey ran in, carrying a bunch of bright red berries. “The healing berries!” he gasped. “Elder Mira said they might help!”
Without hesitation, Kasky took a berry and held it to A-Joy’s lips. “Please eat, Grandpa. Just one bite.”
A-Joy looked at the hopeful eyes around him. Slowly, he opened his mouth and chewed. The jungle held its breath.
Moments passed… then A-Joy let out a deep, steady breath. His eyes, once dull, now had a spark of life.
The troop erupted in cheers! King A-Joy had survived!
As the golden sun filtered through the trees, A-Joy smiled at Kasky. “You saved me, little one.”
Kasky beamed. “No, Grandpa Joy. You saved us all first.”
And under the vast jungle sky, the mighty King A-Joy lived to see another day.
